blue
adjective
of a color intermediate between green and violet, as of the sky or sea on a sunny day.
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"No, no. I want that on the other wall." Luke directed, softly pushing Michael across the small living room. They decided instead of taking it slow they'd do everything full speed ahead. And that left the last task between the two; moving in together.

"It looks better on this one." Michael pouted, looking at the picture frame he worked hard to hang up. "Calum tell him it looks better here." Michael yelled, trying to grab his best friends attention.

Calum pulled away from giving Ashton sweet kisses, clearing his throat and looking towards Michael and Luke. "I'm busy."

"You're also sitting on the couch in front of us while doing couple-y things. It can wait a little longer." Michael pointed out, Luke stood beside him giggling at the two boys who after all these years still couldn't keep their hands to their selves.

"Like you two don't do things like this." Calum stood up and took the picture frame from Michael's grasp and hung it on the wall behind the sofa. "There," he dusted his hands off, acting as if he had done the hardest task of his life. "It's done. It's perfect. Now go cuddle or something. I need some more Ashton kisses." Calum stated, plopping back down on the sofa and pulling a giggly Ashton onto his lap.

"Make sure to lock the door when you two leave." Luke shook his head in disbelief as he laced his fingers through Michael's and tugged him out of the living room and into their bedroom.

"Sometimes I can't fathom how beautiful you are. How you have this beautiful aura of green around you. When I touch you it seems to grow brighter, almost blinding." Luke spoke softly, looking Michael in the eye. His fingers were trailing up and down the older boys arms, goosebumps rising against the tender skin. Luke loved getting a reaction out of him.

"Hmm," Michael hummed contently. "You have this magical touch. Such soft hands and you always seem to know what to say."

"Duh, I know everything." Luke joked, leaning in to bump his nose against Michael's.

Michael left out a loud laugh, grinning at his lovers words. "Sure you do." Michael leaned in and connected their lips. They took it slow, pulling each other close and caressing each other. Hands roaming across their backs, chests, anywhere they could touch and love.

The only thing the two boys have seemed to take slow in this relationship, was the physical aspects of it. Saving that for the most intimate times that occurred, it's always been spontaneous and that's what they both loved most.

"Kiss me like you mean it." Luke whined, tugging at Michael's hair.

"Oh, baby, I mean all of this." Michael grinned, humming against Luke's lips, biting and tugging on his bottom lip to gain a reaction. When he got one, the rest of the night seemed to end in a blur of color, the whole room seeming to illuminate and grow brighter with every touch shared.

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I kinda hate some of this chapter, but then I like the other half. I just don't know how to fix that lmao

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